If someone is in need, we can try our best to help them as long as it is fair. We are all human beings. Once we leave the battlefield, we should at least give everyone fair treatment.”

Wang Zheng looked at the report in his hand, emphasized it again, and finally sighed and said: "Wu Yi, killing is actually a last resort. When the situation allows, we should try to be gentle."

"Master, Wu Yi will leave for Yuzhou tomorrow, and has gone back to rest now." Zhang San handed a cup of hot tea to Wang Zheng and said softly.

Wang Zheng paused for a moment while holding the teacup, then chuckled and asked, "What time is it now?"

Zhang San looked back at the hourglass and said, "There is still a quarter of an hour until midnight."

"It's not midnight yet."

Wang Zheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "Go to the kitchen to see if there's any midnight snacks, and send one to Wu Yi. After all, he's still growing."

There were people on duty in the kitchen of Wang Zheng’s military camp for twelve hours. After all, the people who patrolled the city at night needed some food for such a long time.

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After Wu Yi cleaned up the table, he and Zhang San put the food on the table. He then poured Wang Zheng a glass of warm sake before sitting down next to Wang Zheng.

"As long as you finish your work, it's okay to take a nap at night. But this is a kitchen, and we have to be careful about fire prevention, so someone must be awake at all times."

Wang Zheng is accompanied by guards for twelve hours, with a shift of two hours. Niu Laosan follows Wang Zheng throughout the day.

Wang Zheng nodded, ate the slightly smelly mutton, drank another glass of wine, and sighed, "The two sides of the Yu River have been completely developed, so we can't raise sheep anymore. There's not so much mutton to eat in Yuzhou."

Although Wang Zheng told me not to be picky, the two spoonfuls of food the two chefs casually served still contained more meat and less radish.

Seeing the two chefs holding chopsticks, Wang Zheng smiled and said, "No need to be picky, just use a large spoon to scoop two spoonfuls, and put a pot of sake in the soup to warm it up."

Seeing Wang Zheng coming over in person, the guy who was still a little confused shuddered and immediately woke up. He lowered his head and shouted, "Boss, I~."

The kitchen was quiet, and the night patrol would take more than half an hour to come for supper. Zhang San coughed a few times before opening the door. After opening the door, there were only two people on duty. One of them had water stains at the corner of his mouth, probably because he had just dozed off.

Zhang San went forward and knocked on the door and shouted, "Wu Yi, the master is here to see you."

Ever since Wu Yi heard Wang Zheng say that people only need four hours of sleep a day, he started to sleep at midnight every day. He would sleep for a maximum of three and a half hours at night, and then take a nap of about half an hour at noon. He has been doing this for the past ten years.

Wang Zheng seldom drinks. He usually only has a few drinks when there is something happy. When a five-cent cup of sake went down his throat, Wang Zheng's face immediately turned red. He smiled and said, "Why are you just watching? You two can drink too. Just be casual. One pot of sake for three people should be enough, right?"

"Hehe." Zhang San smiled and said, "Compared to the smelly beef and mutton, I still like the tender pork from Yuzhou more."

"I don't need it." Wang Zheng pondered for a moment, then said, "How about this, let's go together, bring two more meals, and a pot of warm sake. Drinking a little before going to bed can also help you sleep."

When Wang Zheng came over, the candle in Wu Yi's room was still burning. From the reflection on the window glass, it could be seen that the person inside was reading a book.

Since the popularization of coal, there has been no shortage of fuel. In the absence of food shortage, the Tang Dynasty has basically switched to three meals a day. Only in winter when people have nothing to do do they still retain the habit of two meals a day.

Zhang San nodded and said, "Okay, Master, do you need anything?"

"Sir." After Wu Yi saw the door, he saluted to Wang Zheng with a fist.

"Don't bother. Just get me a pot of mutton and carrot soup, and two steamed dishes."

Wu Yi, when you go to the desert this time, bring more familiar people with you, especially those from the medical school. You must select them carefully and bring more supplies. You must take care of yourself after being apart for so many years."

Zhang San took a lantern and led the way in front, Wang Zheng walked in the middle, and a team of ten guards followed behind.

Wang Zheng nodded, "It's been almost ten years. Time flies. Ten years ago, you brought Wu You to present flowers to me. It seems like it was just yesterday.

"No need to be so polite." Wang Zheng waved his hand, "Let's go in and talk. I brought some food and a pot of sake. Have a drink and then rest."

"Yes, yes, don't worry, Steward. We understand. What does Steward need? We'll get it out for you. If we don't have it, as long as it's not a steamed dish, we can make it quickly."

Wang Zheng took a look around the kitchen and found that everything inside was neatly arranged. The coal in the stove was burning red, and the steam coming out of the pot and steamer gave off the aroma of various foods. He nodded and smiled.

Wu Yi nodded and continued, "Beef and mutton are warming foods and are only suitable for winter. Eating beef and mutton in summer is too dry, while pork is nourishing and is good for any season.

Wu Yi first picked up a piece of mutton for Wang Zheng and said, "Sir, please eat something first."

Zhang San poured another glass of wine for Wang Zheng.

"Sir, please."

Haha, actually, as long as there is something to eat, it’s fine. Ten years ago, I had no meat to eat, but now I can choose what to eat. Thank you, sir!”

In that era, transportation was slow and a trip to the border would take several months. Each separation would last at least several years, and sometimes even a lifetime.

Therefore, people of this era do not take life and death lightly, but instead attach great importance to separation. If you die, you die, but separation becomes even more worrying. If you live, you will suffer.

Wang Zheng drank half of a pot of sake, and finally hummed while tapping the pot: Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green all the way to the sky, the evening wind blows the willows and the sound of the flute is faint, the setting sun is beyond the mountains, at the end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of my friends are gone.

A cup of thick wine to end my remaining joy, don't have any cold dreams tonight, love is thousands of miles away, a cup of wine, the sound of the flute urges you to leave, I ask you when you will return, don't hesitate when you come back.

"After sending you a thousand miles away, we must finally say goodbye. Wu Yi, I won't see you off tomorrow. Please take care of yourself."